Poor Pink matter

My poor pink matter has officially dulled out 

It only hears a dramatic nothing but the same 

Thoughts as others carelessly speak about

As I walk home unattended in the rain 

The drops seem to surpass right by me

No umbrella doesn’t even cause me to strain

I look far and blankly into space defined free

I don’t know where I have recklessly gone

To or what has seemed to come over me 

Before I know it a whole fifty-seven long

Minutes have passed me effortlessly by 

And I didn’t know my direction was wrong 

My life has become this, and I can’t even cry

Because my brain won’t remember to remind me

It is dulled out I said, It can’t even try to try